Sons & Lovers #2: Horizontal Dancer
I had my first son when I was just fifteen years old. My second was born a year later. My husband left when I was only twenty-five and I had to finish raising my sons by myself. When my oldest son, Mark, was seventeen he moved overseas to work on an off-shore oil rig in Europe. He writes regularly, but he hasn't been back home since he left four years ago. My youngest son, Jim, graduated from high school two years later and went off to college in New York. We can only afford for him to come home once a year. At age thirty-four, this left me alone at home for the first time in my life.
Although I never had much of a social life before my boys left, I've always taken good care of my body. I am very proud of my figure. My tits are still firm, my ass and my legs are tight and there isn't much fat on me. With my body, my smooth complexion and my long flowing hair I'm often told that I don't look any older than my mid-twenties. I decided that I wanted some real excitement in my life. I didn't have any trouble at all getting a job as an exotic dancer. I enjoy the attention I get and I make pretty good money doing it. I've had some one-night stands, and even a few lovers since then, but no one steady. All in all, I'm quite happy with my life, although no one in my family knew what I was now doing for a living.
Last winter, Jim was coming home for his annual Christmas visit, but he was going to come down with a friend of his from college and spend a few days with him before he came to the house. I didn't worry too much about it since it would mean I could get a few more days of work in before I took my "vacation" while he would be here. I was looking forward to the additional work because I make great tips this time of the year. Extra money always comes in handy at Christmas time.
One night I was out on the runway to begin my show when I noticed a small group of attractive young men at a table at the end of the runway. Figuring they might be good for some large tips I decided to give them some special attention. With my hair flying around covering my face and most of the customers' attention being focused on my body I can dance for quite a while without some people ever figuring out who I am. As I thought about them, the group of young men was enjoying my show, and they were being quite generous with their spending money.
One of the young men in particular had caught my eye because of his resemblance to my late-husband. I wanted to catch his attention because he looked like someone I might like to go home with. His friends caught on that I was paying special attention to him and they were encouraging him to do likewise. I was dancing with my ass very close to his face and he had a five-dollar bill he was sticking into my panties when our eyes met. We finally recognized each other at the same moment. My youngest boy had grown into a very attractive and very grown up young man since I had last seen him a year ago. I thought I would die when I saw the look of shock in Jim's eyes.
I finished my act very quickly and rushed back to my dressing room to hide. I didn't know how I would ever be able to face Jim again. I didn't know if he would even come home now. I was sure that he had at least left the club. Fifteen minutes later the manager came back to tell me that I had been specifically asked for to give someone a $50.00 couch dance, a full nude dance with the closest allowable contact between the dancer and the customer. Hoping it would get my mind off of my problem, I accepted and headed into the special room reserved for those dances.
When I got into the room, Jim and his friends were sitting at the table next to the couch. Jim didn't know that his friends had decided to "help him out" with the dancer who had been giving him so much attention. Without knowing who I was, they had pitched in to pay for me to give my own son a nude couch dance. Jim turned when I entered and as his friends cheered him we looked deep into each other's eyes. I was ready to run away again when Jim got up and walked over to the couch. He gave me a smile as he lay down and stretched himself out. I realized then that he wasn't going to tell anyone who I was.
I don't know why, but I felt a strong desire for him at that moment, a desire I know a mother should never feel for her son. I wanted to dance for him more than anything else in the world. As the music started I began to dance my way towards him. Everything I had learned about stripping, about rousing lust and desire in men, found a place in my performance. It seemed like the whole world disappeared. I didn't notice or think about anyone or anything but Jim. He was mine and I was going to get him.
